5 comments/ 9539 views/ 10 favorites Bringing You Home Ch. 01 By: GildedSilver Thank you James89smith for editing this for me. Your help was greatly appreciated! ***** This was it. I was here at Club One. Nervous anticipation rushed through me. My friend Samantha smiled back at me as she pulled me through the crowd. I couldn't hear a word she mouthed. The heavy beat of the music seemed to make conversation almost impossible. But, I wasn't at a gay nightclub for conversation. Or at least, I didn't expect much conversation in the club. My boyfriend Timothy was waiting for me at home. He was waiting for us. Us. I liked the sound of that. Timothy had been the best thing that ever happened to me, so far. He was kind, gentle and so very considerate. And, he was submissive in the bedroom. We'd been having a lot of fun with that. Because of Timothy, I'd learned that I could play the domme pretty well. At least, he said I was meeting almost all of his needs. It was the 'almost' part that bugged both of us. Timothy was fulfilling almost all of my needs, too. It's funny how the little words can become a sticky point in a relationship. Almost. I didn't always want to play domme and Timothy was bi. We'd been together for two years and the poor guy was pining for hard cock and raw, pounding fucks. He wanted a guy that would take him to a level of submission I never could. And, oh, how I longed to see that for both of us. Thus, we were at the gay Club One Night Club in Savannah, Ga. It's good to have friends and Samantha was the best. She knew a guy that was bi and a Dom. She'd insisted on setting us up after I'd whined about that damn word 'almost' to her. She'd known you, sir, for a few years and apparently had let you dominate her for a time. Samantha was absolutely convinced we'd hit it off right away. I'd left Timothy home because he'd been so nervous and afraid he'd blow the meet and greet. So, I'd set him to work cleaning the house and preparing a snack in case you decided to come home with me. To us. Cleaning helped Timothy calm down and focus. Samantha jerked on my hand and drew my attention back to her. With a wild hand gesture, she motioned at you standing at the end of the bar. Then she continued her determined march with me in tow. Finally, we were there standing in front of you. Samantha leaned in and gave you a hug like the old friends you were. The music picked up speed. It was as though my heart dictated the pulsing of the beat. I took a deep breath to settle my nerves. "Jan," I heard Samantha say above the music, "I want to introduce my best friend Casey." I finally raised my eyes to meet yours. The bold confidence in your eyes drew me in like a moth to the flame. I could feel myself burning for you already. I hoped you felt the same way. "Casey, it's a pleasure to meet you," you said with a knowing smile. "Thank you. Samantha has told me so much about you. I was hoping you might have some time to talk tonight," I said with a sassy little grin. I watch your eyes rake over my body from head to toe. I'd worn this dress for you. It was black lace with enough cleavage showing to give a hint but left a lot to the imagination. The top fit down to the waist. The skirt spilled out to just above my knees. The red four inch heals raised me up and gave my legs a great platform to show them off. "Oh?" you said with a lift of your eyebrow. "What did she tell you about me?" Your eyes invited me in, closer, with expectations of complete honesty. Suddenly I was at a loss for words. The desire pumping through my veins had stolen my thoughts. Somehow, you knew and threw me a lifeline by taking my hand and drawing me closer. That's when I realized Samantha had gone. I was standing alone with you in a sea of strangers. That closeness, that moment, felt more intimate than any other time I could remember. My courage came flooding back. "She told me you might be interested in a ménage a trios. My boyfriend, Timothy, and I, we've wanted one for a long time. Was she right? Would that be something you would try with us?" I stammered at the end. Heat burned through me from your touch and intense stare. "Maybe, but we must be clear. If we played together, this wouldn't be all about you. It would be about me and you, and me and Timothy. Is that something he wants? He's not here speaking for himself." "Yes, sir," I nodded in assurance. "Timothy, he's bi. He's wanted to be with a man but has never had or taken the opportunity. He would be honored if you would make tonight that night for him. So would I." I could see how pleased you were by that admission. You wrapped your arms around me and drew me in tight against your rock solid body. "You'll submit to me? Both of you?" you growled in my ear. "Yes, sir. That would be our pleasure." The temptation to kiss you overwhelmed me and I reached up on tip toes for your lips. You met me half way and took command like no one ever had before. The slide of your lips and the press of your tongue had me squirming in need. Vaguely I heard cheering and cat calls from the guys coupled up around us. With a hard last kiss, you separated a bit. "Where's your car?" "I, uh, came with Samantha tonight. She said she'd meet me here in half an hour if things didn't work out with you," I said as I gave you my best seductive smile. "Remind me to thank Samantha later." You turned me toward the front of the night club and headed for your car. The ride to my home was short and intense. Your smell permeated the car. That heavenly, musky scent only a man can have. I was also going to have to thank Samantha if the rest of the night went half as well as it was starting out. You pulled into my driveway and came around to open the door for me. After you helped me out you locked up and went to the trunk. "What's that?" I asked as you lifted a bag out. "Samantha warned me she might bring me a little bit of entertainment for the evening if the couple was brave enough to follow through. So, I brought some toys as a reward." The smile spread across your face was nothing short of feral. "Or punishment as need be." "Oh, thank you, Sir," I gulped out nervously. "We can be good, hopefully very good for you, sir." You reeled me in for a quick kiss, as a reward I was guessing. "Take me inside to meet your man." I slipped my small hand in yours and lead you up the steps to the front door. The sight of Timothy greeted us as we entered the door. He knelt in his waiting pose down the hall. "Well, that is a wonderful sight," you rumbled out in approval. I could see the praise sinking into the very marrow of Timothy's bones. He's such a people pleaser. Any small amount of praise and he would trip over himself to make you even happier. "Go stand beside him, hands behind your back, left wrist in your right hand, head bowed. I want a good long look at my property." I rushed to do as you said. My thighs trembled in anticipation of what you would allow to happen this evening. "Tell me, Timothy, Casey said you've never been fucked by a man before. Have you ever sucked cock?" "No, sir." "You will be sucking mine tonight. Do a good job and I just may use your ass. Is that what you want, boy? You want me to make you a man?" "Oh God, yes please, sir." "What's your safe-word, boy?" "We are both using the colors red for stop, yellow for wait/please explain, and green for go, sir." "Excellent. Casey, have you ever used a dildo on this boy, plugged him?" "Yes, sir. He also put an anal plug in before I left tonight. It should still be there. We wanted to be ready for you." I took in a deep breath to reach for control at the thought of you bending Timothy over and pounding hard into him. "I'll be checking to see that you are ready for me, boy. Undress, girl, gracefully like a dance. Let me see what I get to play with tonight." Slowly I shifted my hips. Your eyes followed as I undulated before you. With trembling hands, I reached for the zipper. With the other I held the dress to my breasts. My eyes were glued to you watching me. "Boy," you barked causing Timothy to jump, "crawl here and unzip my pants. Take my cock out." In his haste, Timothy scrambled on hands and knees to do your bidding. My love was so eager for this, for you. I caught a flash of the erection tenting his pants. "You stopped," you said with a sharp look at me. "I didn't give you permission to stop. Get busy unwrapping my present. That will be five spanks as a reminder to keep on track." My pussy clenched in anticipation of your hand on my ass. I've never been spanked but heard it could be oh, so, good. And I sincerely hoped it didn't hurt too much! I slowly turned around so you could see my bare back as my dress slid to the ground. Black panties and a matching bra with thigh high stocking and my red shoes were all I had on. I wiggled my ass a bit as I finished the turn and stepped out of the dress. My attention was caught by the sight of Timothy kneeling at your feet. His body quivered as he reached into your pants to pull out your cock. But, before you said anything I slipped my bra straps down my arms. Next, I unhooked the clasp and my tits swung free as if grateful to escape their cage. "Boy, you may use your mouth, only your mouth to get me hard. My woman needs a good hard fucking. Show me if you deserve one, too." I almost came as Timothy stuck his tongue out to lick your thickening shaft. Your eyes watched him worship your cock. I knew he was in heaven right then. You were making his dreams come true. When your gaze turned back to me I turned around and bent over as I slid my panties off. I wanted you to have a good view of what you'd be getting, where I wanted you to stick your cock. I could feel how wet I was for you. The sound of your groan and Timothy's whimper was music to my ears. I turned back in time to see Timothy engulf you in his mouth. His eyes closed in ecstasy at the feel of you heavy on his tongue. Soon enough, you were too much for him to handle and he had to back off as he bobbed up and down on your length. You fisted his hair and set the pace. Then, you beckoned me to you. In four quick steps I was at your side and your arm pinned me to your chest. Of their own accord, my arms wrapped around your neck and I sank into your kiss. Your hand slipped down my back and along my ass crack. Fingers sank deep into my pussy to see how ready I was for you. Timothy's shoulder brushed up against my thigh as he worked to please you. But the naughty boy had started rubbing his cock through his pants. You never gave him permission to touch himself. With a quick jerk, you stepped back and took me with you. Stern disappointment spread across your face as you watched Timothy snatch his hand away from his cock. "That is my property you were touching, boy. I never gave you permission for that. Put your hands behind your back." Quickly you went to your bag and removed leather cuffs. You didn't show these to Timothy as you circled him. He sat in waiting pose with his head down and slumped shoulders. "You're a good cock sucker, boy. But you need to learn control. I will teach you that starting now. Take your shirt off. Let me see if my property looks as good as I think he does." Timothy's hands flew to his shirt, stripping the buttons. With a yank, the shirt was gone and the t-shirt was swift to follow. Immediately he put his hands behind his back again as his chest puffed in air as if he'd run a marathon. His cock looked like it was hammering a hole in his pants as a wet stain spread. "Good, boy." Your approval straightened Timothy's shoulders out again. "Thank you, sir. I'm so sorry for my bad behavior." You knelt behind him and lean in close. "Good boys get to use their hands with their master's permission. You have lost that privilege tonight." I watched Timothy tense up as you slipped the cuffs onto his wrists and tightened them up. The click of the cuffs locking together sounded in the air. Timothy's hips had a mind of their own as he thrust into empty space. You fisted his hair and dragged his head back to your shoulder. "Eager for this tonight, aren't you, boy? Eager to suck my cock and watch me fuck your girlfriend. Desperately hoping you'll get the same privilege. Don't mess up again. Be my good boy and I just might fuck you silly." You beckoned me to come kneel beside you as you rained kisses down Timothy's neck and shoulders. I gave him the same treatment on the other side and rubbed my tits against his back. "Thank you, Master. That feels so good." You growled in approval and covered Timothy's mouth. Your tongue plunged deep inside. My love groaned in pleasure at your first kiss. His first with a man. I sucked and nipped gently at his ear because I knew how much it drove him crazy. As expected, he cried out into his Master's mouth. His face flushed red as he held himself back from orgasm. You sat back with one last kiss on his lips. "Stand up, boy. Casey, strip him. He deserves some freedom for holding back." "Thank you again, Master," Timothy panted out. I could see he was in a different state of mind than he's ever been in before. Your command and calm control allowed his truly submissive side free reign. My love was in heaven. I wasn't far behind him. Even though we'd only known you for an hour, at most, you seemed to be the missing link Timothy and I were looking for. After I completed my task of stripping Timothy, you pulled me back to your side. Your hand wandered its way back to my pussy and fingers rubbed circles over my clit. I cried out and opened my mouth for you to take. Your shirt rasped against my nipples, making them hard, aching. "Show me the bedroom," you whispered in my ear. I clenched around your fingers at the sound of your voice. "Yes, sir," I whispered back, letting my submissive side out to play. It felt so good to yield. "Follow, boy, two steps behind." Timothy fell in line. His cock was jutting out hard, pointing at the Master and Mistress of his pleasure. I started to giggle as you picked me up in your arms. In a few steps you threw me on the bed and I landed with a bounce. "Now, boy, turn around and bend over as if touching your toes. Let me see what you have hiding back there." I sat up to watch Timothy spin around and bend over for you. He spread his legs for you to get a good look at the butt plug stretching his ass. With a wicked little grin, you tapped the plug. Timothy jumped and moaned at the sensation. "Very nice, boy. You'll be walking around plugged a lot more often. I like knowing you're ready for me to fuck at a moment's notice. But now it's time for my lady's punishment." You sat down on the edge of the bed and I obediently crawled up over your lap. "Boy, get over here and stick your cock in her mouth. Give her something to do while she takes her punishment." Before Timothy could get his cock in my mouth you tipped my chin up to look at me sternly. "You will not bite him. I'll be very angry and punish you harshly if you harm my property. Understand?" "Oh, yes, sir. I promise." Timothy offered me his cock again and moved in close enough for me to suck. You ran your fingers though my wet folds. Your other arm anchored my hips to your thigh. The first swat fell and forced Timothy's cock deeper in my mouth. I whimpered and wrapped my lips more firmly around my teeth. Another swipe of your finger though my cunt, and then the sharp crack of your hand on my ass. I couldn't see them coming but Timothy could. On the third spank, he rocked his cock deeper down my throat. Between your spanking and plunging fingers, I cried out in ecstasy around Timothy's cock. I exploded in such bliss I barely felt your last swat. Suddenly, Timothy's cock was gone and you moved me to the side of the bed on my back. I lolled in a sea of contentment until I felt you settle on top of me. Pleasurable aftershocks coursed through my body as you plunged deep inside. I didn't even know you'd undressed and put on a condom. I'd moaned and wreathed up against you as you took me over and over again. All my focus narrowed down to you moving between my legs. "Get over here, boy, and suck on her tits. Your mistress needs another orgasm, now." "Yes, Master." I felt the bed tilt as Timothy crawled up. I opened my eyes to see him awkwardly making his way over. The bed shook as you powered your way into my hot cunt. Then Timothy's mouth covered my nipple. The sensations were so intense they shot to my core. I couldn't stop groaning as wave after wave washed through my body. You knew how to fuck. And Timothy had always been good with his tongue. I crested again and slumped to the bed in giddy completion. You lay down on top of me and slowly thrust against me. "You are not done yet. My boy did a good job and deserves a reward. You will give him pleasure while he gets his anal fucking." "Yes, sir," I whispered back with a dreamy smile. Whimpers escaped me as you moved away and took your cock with you. You unlocked Timothy's wrists and promptly clipped them together in front. "Put a pillow underneath my lady's hips. I want your ass high in the air to take my cock." "Yes, Master," Timothy jumped into action. He helped me get comfortable with the new angle of my body. "Mount her now, boy." That growly command made Timothy's cock jump. I could see excitement in his face as he hovered over me. "May I help guide him in, sir?" "Yes. No teasing him. But, you may touch whatever you want including your clit. Boy, you may use your mouth on any part of my lady you can reach." Timothy and I both groaned in unison as I guided him to my well fucked cunt. He smiled in pure joy and gently kissed my lips. "Nervous?" I asked as I ran my hands through his hair. "No, too excited for that." I could feel Timothy tense up as you removed the butt plug. A look of ecstasy settled on his face as you checked to make sure he was open enough for you. He jumped a bit at the extra lube you squirted up his ass. I couldn't help tightening around him as his hips moved in slow, shallow thrusts. Then I felt the bed move again and saw you hovering over my love. I brought his head down for a deep kiss as you slowly pressed your cock into his ass. Timothy whimpered and angled his hips up a bit to take your cock, adjusting to the hard width. "Ah, fuck, hmmm," he groaned. "Ah. Yes, Master. Thank you." "Are you okay?" I whispered in his ear as he dropped his head to my shoulder. I ran my hands up and down his back as he concentrated on your firm invasion. Timothy's body shifted as you pulled out a bit, only to come back a moment later. The rhythm you started had Timothy groaning incoherently in time. His body took over the natural rhythm of this dance as he lost himself in the moment. I kissed his neck and shoulder, and tightened down around his cock to bring him more pleasure. Oh, but the look on your face as you plowed into him. My two lovers lost in the heat of the moment. That alone would have been enough to drive me wild. I kept Timothy anchored to my body with my hands. My legs were wrapped around Timothy and caressed your ass as you took your pleasure. Timothy wasn't going to last much longer. I could tell by his groans. With a slight change in the angle of my hips, the muscle above his cock started hitting my clit. That little bit of heaven hammered another orgasm out of my body. I cried out as I came all over Timothy. Suddenly he couldn't take it anymore. His body flew into a frenzy between us as he thrust into my pussy and then pushed back hard onto your cock. "That's it, boy. Come, now," you commanded him. Blanketing his back, you rode him hard and roared as you felt his release. The tightening of his ass around your cock had you coming. Bringing You Home Ch. 01 Like exhausted puppies you both collapsed beside me in a heap. Timothy was still sandwiched in the middle. "Oh, thank you, sir," I sighed in contentment. "I really hope you stay for breakfast because I make an awesome omelet." Bringing You Home Ch. 02 Morning dawned like a beautiful promise. I woke up enough to greet the sun and then promptly closed the blinds. Today, morning was too early. But the promise for the rest of the day hung in the air. Or maybe I should say, the promise for the rest of the day lay snuggled up in bed next to Timothy. You'd said the promise of amazing omelets were too tempting to pass up. Eventually, I made my way to the shower and then the kitchen. By the time I had the bacon sizzling away, Timothy had made sure you were stocked for your own morning ablutions. He quickly took care of business in the guest bathroom. Biscuits were in the oven and hash browns were in the frying pan when you made your way to the kitchen. It felt so good to lean into your embrace as you wrapped your arms around me from behind. "Hi, Jan," I greeted you softly. "Do you always cook omelets dressed in only an apron?" you asked as you nipped my ear. The slight rasp of your chin on my cheek, the smell of aftershave, and your rumbly voice sent tingles all over my body. It was like you were still moving deep inside me even though the last time we had sex was hours ago. "Didn't you know that being naked is the loving touch every perfect omelet needs?" I rubbed my bare buns against you to see if I could get a rise. Things were definitely looking up. "Don't start something you can't finish right now. I'd hate to see such fine ingredients go to waste," you chuckled, slapped my ass, and went to sit down at the table. "Yes, sir," I mock grumbled. But, the vegetables and ham were waiting to be sliced so I got on those instead. They really were a poor substitute. Thank goodness no cucumbers were involved. They would have made a very different sacrifice for the team. "Timothy should be out in a few minutes," I said to fill the silence and get my mind off of what you had covered. I couldn't wait to be nestled up closer to you than your briefs. "Tell me about you and Timothy. When did you meet?" You stretched out your long legs and crossed them at the ankles. It looked like you were settling in for a good long yarn. I only hoped you were interested enough to maybe become a permanent part of it one day. "We met two years ago. He owns a lawn business. I hate yard work. My lawn needed a lot of love. Timothy gave me a really good bid on the initial landscaping project and then a weekly mowing and weeding service. He only made me pay for the first six months. I kinda feel like the older woman who got the pool boy," I giggled at Timothy's and my running joke. "He says I only keep him around to trim the verge." I loved the smile you gave me. It made me want to kiss the crinkles around your eyes. "Did you know he was this submissive when you met?" "Oh, no." I shook my head emphatically. "He's a very driven man. He takes care of quite a few landscapes for some large companies around the area. The residential side of the business is thriving, too. He was all business and straight to the point when we met. I think submission in the bedroom gives his brain room to decompress. It's an area he doesn't have to be in charge of." "Hmmm, that makes sense. And speak of the devil, here's our boy now." You sat up as Timothy walked in. "Come here, boy. Let me get a look at you." Timothy shot me a shy smile as he walked to stand between your legs. You hooked a finger in the waist band of his shorts. "I'm pleased you didn't put on a shirt. Now, turn around slowly for me." The intensity of your stare surprised me. The air suddenly seemed awfully heavy for what was supposed to be a light hearted breakfast. Timothy slowly pivoted around. The knuckle of your finger never left contact with his skin. Just that slight sensation had Timothy breathing a little harder. One more time, you looked him up and down as he came to a stop facing you. "There seems to be a problem with your appearance since the last time I saw you. Can you tell me what that problem is, boy?" Such a grim tone had Timothy trembling in your feather light touch that had somehow turned into an iron hard grip. "I," he cleared his voice. "Is it the shorts, master?" "No, try again." Timothy braced himself at the sound of your voice. It was as if hurricane force winds were trying to bowl him over. He shook his head and then lowered his gaze to the floor. A red flush slowly covered his cheeks. "Is it because I came in the shower?" I almost couldn't hear the last half of his question. He sounded so ashamed. Self-control, or even a hint of restraint had never been Timothy's middle name. The arguments we'd had over this flaw would have been funny if I hadn't been the one involved. "Bingo. You were sporting a little wood before you got in the shower. Go get a pillow to kneel on between my feet. I have other plans for those knees today and don't need them bruised, yet." "Yes, master." Timothy dashed for the bedroom. "How long till breakfast is done, Casey?" you asked quietly. "About 20 minutes. Is that enough time?" I smirked, guessing at what your intentions might be. You grinned right back and nodded. Timothy rushed back in, plunked the pillow down and knelt on it in waiting pose. "I'm sorry, master. I should have asked permission." You sprawled back in the chair with your legs spread and forearms dangling on the rests. You looked like some minor deity waiting to be served by his underling. It was too much for me to resist. "Do you mind if I get my camera, sir?" Mirth broke out around your eyes for just a moment before you got control. Timothy missed it. He'd been starring very hard at something south of the border. It wasn't hard to guess what he was thinking. My thoughts constantly headed in the same direction, too. "Samantha told me you were a photographer. Can't keep it from coming out, can you?" you teased. "That would be fine with me. Boy? Is that okay with you? Feel free to say yes or use your safeword." Timothy shot me a lopsided little grin. We had a stack full of pictures. Erotic photography was something I really wanted to get into, but was hesitant to advertise that. We'd kicked around different ideas but hadn't settled on a plan of action yet. Timothy was always willing to pose for me. Practice made perfect and a stack of pictures ready to go, would make this little venture easier to start. "That would be fine with me. I love Mistress's photography, Master." I scurried to grab my equipment before that perfect light from the window was gone. The moment I got back I started snapping away. The subjects of my intent completely ignored me. It was perfect. I got to capture you and Timothy in the heat of the moment. "Do you want me to be your Master, boy?" Timothy nodded his head earnestly, slightly inching forward. "I do, Master. I've loved submitting to you so far." You nodded in satisfaction. The intense look on your face, and the direct regard, drew me in closer. "If we continue down this path there are rules you will have to follow or suffer the consequences. Can you accept that?" "Yes, Master." An earnest moment between a Dom and his sub. "Can you handle me being Casey's Sir? Will you be honest with us when you get jealous?" Timothy sat back a bit and took a deep breath. I could see him choosing his words. "I'm not really the jealous type. Seeing you and Mistress together last night was better than I'd ever hoped for. If I do get jealous I will be honest, Master." You leaned in close to Timothy with an elbow on one knee, your other hand clutching the chair arm. "Rule number one is that you will always be honest, no matter what. You've proven that quality to me by admitting your mistake in the bathroom. I can't tell you how much that pleases me." Breath whooshed out of Timothy like he'd been holding it. Relief. He smiled so hard I was afraid his cheeks would crack. "Thank you, Master." "Rule number two." You gently tipped Timothy's head up to meet your gaze, "Whenever I am around, I am responsible for all of your sexual activities. When I'm not around, Casey is. That means even if you are at work she has a say over whether or not you come, even if it's a quick hand-job in the bathroom. Understand?" Concern spread across Timothy's face. "May I ask a question, Master?" "I'd be disappointed if you didn't." Your fingers ran through Timothy's hair in gentle reassurance. "Are you saying I'm never allowed to touch myself without you or Mistress's permission?" I'd never seen Timothy squirm so much. It took effort to not laugh at his expense. A lot of effort. "That's correct. Can you submit to that?" "Yes," Timothy cleared his throat and sat up straighter. He put steal in his voice, "Yes, Master." Your kiss took him by surprise. I groaned in lust as you showered your approval on Timothy's lips. He clutched the shirt surrounding your muscled biceps as your tongue dueled with his. The moment was captured on film forever. The beauty of it steals my breath to this very day. You sat back with a parting nip at his pulse point. "Get my bag, boy, and loose the shorts. They interfere with my plans for you." The moment Timothy got up you pulled me down into your lap. I melted into your embrace as you took my lips with the same passion you bestowed on Timothy. My legs parted of their own accord as your fingers rubbed against my labia. Then they pushed slightly inside, just enough to check the weather, so to speak. "You are soaking wet, my lady," you whispered against my lips. 'My lady.' That little endearment was so welcome. It was old fashioned and gentlemanly, with the label of possession and the promise of ungentlemanly conduct behind closed doors. It was you pouring yourself all over me. "Yes, sir. Do I get rules of my own?" I sighed back. "Uh huh, with provisions on Timothy, if you don't mind. At least, for right now." You searched my face and body language to see if you'd over stepped bounds. "I have much to learn and welcome all your input, Sir." I gave you a cheeky grin as I got off your lap. "I'm expecting a lot more input." "Saucy wench." You swatted at me but I danced out of the way back to the omelets. "First omelet up in five, boys," I cheerily announced. Timothy put your bag down and was about to get into his waiting pose but you stopped him. "Stand up straight and close your eyes, boy." I saw you reach into your bag but didn't see what you took out. "Keep them closed," you warned him again. Timothy jumped a bit and I could only guess you were playing with his cock. Then he groaned as it looked like you were giving him a hand-job. "That should do just fine for the day," satisfaction rang out in your voice as you sat back to view your handy-work. "You won't take it off or touch yourself for the rest of the day. If you do either of those you'll get a paddling with this one, in fact. Get on your knees and kiss your future friend. If you're a bad boy, that is." Timothy knelt down and you held the paddle to his lips. He kissed it as he stared intently at you. "Thank you, Master." Timothy's butt cheeks clenched as you must have played with him one more time. "Omelet's done, sir." I platted it and put it on the counter. The moment Timothy turned you winked at me. Timothy's cock stood up hard and proud. I couldn't help but giggle as the sight of the rubber cock ring you'd put on him. He couldn't take his eyes off of it either. I was really impressed he made it back to the table without dropping your omelet. The plate, of course, never blocked his view. "Timothy, come here, love," I called as his omelet happily cooked on the stove. He gave me a sheepish grin as he walked into my embrace. "May I play with him a bit, Sir? I promise I won't let him come." "Certainly," you helpfully allowed. Timothy groaned and dropped his head on my shoulder. My hand danced a light pattern up and down his cock. The ring helped create a tension in his cock I'd never felt before. And, the thrill of driving him crazy was a heady aphrodisiac. "You're really enjoying this aren't you?" he whispered in my ear. My love was dripping, too. "Of course!" I said cheerily. "Who's the one who came home the other night all worn out while I was all ready to go? Didn't the conversation go something like, 'sorry, babe, let loose in the car. He's down for the count'?" Timothy's face turned a bit red. "Now I get to play. You know how much I like to play with your cock." I squeezed and slowly ran my hand up and down his shaft. Timothy tightened his arms around me and whimpered a bit. The temptation to kiss his neck overwhelmed me. I loved the taste of him. "It looks like this is going to be a long, hard day for you, love. Oh look! You're breakfast is served." I let go of Timothy just as he was developing a nice rhythm in my fist. "Don't stop," he brought himself up short. "I mean, yay... breakfast." He certainly didn't sound thrilled. Was it evil that I couldn't stop smiling, Sir? We finally finished breakfast. You even helped clean up the kitchen. And poor Timothy helped, too. Somehow we kept getting in his way and brushing his cock, especially when his hands were full. The cock ring kept him harder and fuller than I'd ever seen him before. So of course, I again had to find out if he felt as hard and thick as he looked. As I fondled my love, you pressed up against him. Timothy was sandwiched nicely between us. You kissed me over his shoulder. I had to stand on tip toes to reach your lips. Timothy moaned as our heat, and the movement of our bodies, inflamed him further. "Please, may I come, Master?" "No." You punctuated your command by biting the nape of Timothy's neck. He gasped and shuddered between us. We both quickly stepped back before the final deed was done. "It's time for my lady to get her reward. You've been a very good girl this morning, right?" You spun me around to the counter and dragged the waist ties of the apron apart. "Yes, Sir. All I did in the shower was clean myself up for you." I almost started to giggle but your hands stroked up my belly. You cupped my tits and teased the nipples into hard points, pinching and pulling them. The stimulation shot straight to my core. A little switch turned on and I was panting with need. The press of your hips on my ass only served to heighten your mastery over my body. "Do you want me to fuck you?" "Yes please, Sir," I begged you. The tug and pull on my nipples had my hips rubbing you. I needed to feel you hot and pulsing like last night. Gripping the counter to keep myself standing, I almost begged you to take me right there. "Good, girl." You took off the apron and tugged me into the living room. I willingly followed in the wake of your passage. "Stand by the corner of the couch in your waiting pose." Then you crooked a finger at Timothy. "Boy, get over here and undress me so I can fuck my new girlfriend." I stood with my head bowed and hands behind my back. Timothy was there to do your bidding. He was careful with each item of clothes to fold them so as not to wrinkle. He took every opportunity to touch and caress you. Hands ran lovingly over muscle. I wished I was Timothy in that moment. But, I knew better was coming. You slapped Timothy's ass in appreciation of a job well done and pointed to the floor beside me. "On your knees beside your Mistress, boy." Timothy sunk gracefully to the floor. His hands were clasped tightly behind his back to resist the urge to touch his aching cock. Drops of precum beaded the head. It was tempting to get on my knees and lick them off but you were there, staring at us. The action would have curtailed fun for all. So not worth it. "Have you ever ridden a man in reverse cowboy?" your voice had dropped an octave. Your eyes surveyed us like a man appreciating a fine piece of art. It could have been titled, "The Mistress and Her boy." Those eyes were priming me like invisible hands, getting me ready for the taking. "No, Sir. That would be my pleasure," I licked my lips in nervous anticipation. You sat down in the middle of the couch and tugged on my hand to come straddle you. A quick tug pulled me back against your broad chest. Your hands ran up and down my belly. Timothy watched us out of the corner of his eyes. He caressed us with his gaze, waiting for the moment we were joined together. It felt so decadent to be spread out on top of you. Every inch exposed to Timothy's rapt attention. Your hands stroking my skin, skimming my belly button, cupping my breasts as I wreathed in need. I could feel your cock bumping my pussy. Natural lubricant seeped out for you in anticipation of insertion, joining. "I love the way your hands feel on me, Sir," I whispered in your ear. A shiver ran through your body and your hips nudged up towards mine. "I could wear you like this all day. Who needs a shirt when they have a gorgeous woman to cover them up?" Your fingers plunged into the heat between my legs and I cried out at the feel. I pushed up into your palm as your finger played havoc with my senses. You pulled out and waved the wet fingers at Timothy. "How does she taste, boy? Is she ready for me?" Timothy smiled in delight as he sucked your fingers in his mouth. His tongue swirled around to catch every drop. I heard you breath catch in your throat at his action. "Mistress is ready for you, Master. May I put your cock in her?" You nodded permission and groaned as Timothy took you in hand. I dropped my head back to kiss your lips as I felt Timothy position you at my wet entrance. Moans of delight filled the room as you slid in and pushed up against me. It was impossible not to wiggle my ass to get more of your shaft deep inside. "Fuck, that's beautiful," Timothy moaned. You started moving. I sat up and pushed back to meet you. My hands clasped your knees to keep me stable. I cried out in pleasure as you held onto my breasts. They were the levers you used to set the pace. Timothy's mouth was inches away so I kissed him deep and long. His tongue matched the rhythm of your cock in my all too willing pussy. Timothy rose up to get more, his hand tangling in my hair. It was so good I lost sense of anything but my two lovers. You pulled me back against your chest after kissing Timothy for an eternity. "Oh, you feel good, Sir," I gasped. "Just wait, lady. It's about to get better." You nipped my ear and roughly kissed my cheek. "Alright, boy, get your mouth busy on my lady's clit. Suck on your Master's balls." Timothy's jaw dropped a bit as he stared hard at where we were joined. A little smile spread across his lips as he moved into position. I raised a hand to cup your neck as you ministered to my aching breasts. Timothy's talented tongue took its first swipe causing me to gasp and wreath around your cock. All thought flew from my head as I road you. I clenched around you every time Timothy suckled my clit. His tongue stroked both of us from your heavy balls to the v of my mound. My other hand wrapped around your wrist as you and Timothy drove me to orgasm again and again. Whispered encouragements tickled my ear of how hot I was wrapped around your cock. How you could feel the orgasms rippling through me by the tightening of my pussy. How you were going to bury your cock so deep inside me and cum so hard. "Yes," I chanted. "Oh, yes. Come in me, Sir. Fill me with everything you have." Timothy lapped up the juices soaking your cock as I came again. Between my clenching pussy and Timothy's hot mouth, you unraveled underneath me. "Fuck, yeah," you grunted and shoved deep into the hot depths surrounding you. Timothy lapped us in slow pulls, cleaning us even as you softened inside me. I collapsed back against you in a delicious haze. My hand played in Timothy's hair as he pulled your cock out and licked you clean, cum and all. The best washcloth in the whole world. Bringing You Home Ch. 02 "Good, boy," you sighed. "Now take care of your Mistress. She has a present for you." Through sleepy eyes, I watched Timothy run his tongue through my delicate folds. He sucked and nuzzled until there was nothing left to give. His soft touch eased me down to a state of contentment. An easing of tense muscles. "Thank you, sweetheart. You did good." My love squirmed in his little happy dance, and in a fair bit of need. I tried to contemplate whether you would allow Timothy to come today. Blissful little vignettes of you fucking Timothy face to face filled my sleepy mind. It was so much better than counting sheep. I closed my eyes and let sleep take me for a few moments. After all, I was lying on the best bed ever made. Bringing You Home Ch. 03 I finally roused myself up off the couch to the sound of you and Timothy talking in our office. The sound of your voices rumbling down the hall was a comfort to me. The desire of being in your presence beckoned me. Curiosity got the better of me and I had to see what my guys were doing. Yes, Sir, I had already claimed you as mine, even after such a short time. The sight that greeted me was not what I'd expected. With both of you being in the office, I'd figured you were looking at something on the internet. Maybe you'd been looking at a book. What I had not expected to see, was Timothy sitting on one of our dining room chairs. His hands were cuffed behind his back. His ankle cuffs were chained to the back legs of the chair. He couldn't clench his thighs together no matter how hard he tried. And, he was blindfolded. There is something thrilling at the sight of a man tied down and spread open for your pleasure. Timothy had no way to protect himself from your touch. His only safety lay in the thin promise of a safeword. That little bit of power was dependent on your respect of that word. If things got to be too much, would you stop? Somehow I never doubted. Even now you were quizzing Timothy on it. "Remind me again of your safeword, boy." "Red to stop. Yellow for please explain. I'm very green right now, Master Jan." Timothy shifted forward in the chair. It looked as if he was urging you onward. His cock strained for the attention of your hands. "Good, boy. I can see how eager you are for me. Your homework for this week will be to think of a new safeword other than red. It will be something new and distinct to you alone. Something you absolutely hate." Your hands rubbed up and down Timothy's inner thighs. My thighs clenched together in sympathetic need for your sensual touch. "Yes, Master. I'll get a new safeword. Mistress and I had discussed the same thing." Timothy took a deep breath and plunged on, "It's good to know you want to know a new safeword latter. I like the sound of that." You leaned in and gave Timothy a kiss. Tongues dueled as you mastered his mouth. Timothy whimpered and strained to get closer to you. Your fingers hooked into his collar as you steadied him and kept him still for your pleasure. Timothy gasped into your mouth and gave into your unspoken demand to submit and allow your dominance. Your hand slipped up Timothy's neck to fist in his hair, pulling his head back to give you access to his neck. You took your time leaving rough, nipping kisses from his mouth, to chin, to neck. A red little line followed in your wake. Timothy squirmed in his seat as you left a mark of ownership on your willing sub. "You're going to continue to be my boy. You are still not allowed to come without permission. This is a test of control for you," you said as you made your way down his neck to feast on his collar bone. "You will let me know if you are about to come. Remember, if you come without permission you will get introduced to your new friend. Do you want pleasure or pain, boy? Tell me now." "Pleasure, Master," Timothy arched into your mouth as you sucked hard on his nipple. You let go with a pop, his nipple was wet and red. "Good, boy. Me, too. I'm going to show you how far you can go without coming. How good it feels to ride the wave and let your orgasms happen at my command." You slowly ran a hand down Timothy's hard shaft. His hips twitched to the rhythm you built up. Moans of need and desire slipped from his throat. You watched every move, riding the line between driving Timothy crazy and holding him back from the completion he strained for. I watched as your talented hands owned Timothy. Pre-cum leaked from his cock, helping to keep his cock lubed for your ministrations. You alternated between tweaking his nipples and playing with his very full balls. "I'm gonna cum," Timothy cried out. You immediately pressed behind his balls with one hand, and stretched them out away from his body with the other. "Ah, Master! Please, wanna cum so bad!." "No." There was no argument with that tone of voice. I slipped in the room and sat down behind you on the bench. My arms wrapped around your waste. "Mmm, she's up. Our girl has joined us to watch your torment, boy." Master teased in oh so many ways. "Hi, Mistress," Timothy said shyly, then groaned and tried to thrust up through your fist. "May I play with your cock while you play with the boy's?" I whispered in your ear. My hands were already roaming in that direction. "Absolutely." The lust in your voice was all the aphrodisiac I needed. I watched every move you made on Timothy. Every stroke, every twist. Whenever you backed off so did I. When you rushed ahead I joined your enthusiasm. Gently running my nails down your cock produced the same gasp Timothy issued. It was like a well-choreographed symphony of moans and groans. Whimpers floated through the room. Pre-cum dripped from both of your cocks. "Ah, oh, fuck," Timothy stammered then caught his breath. "First one to come loses." "What's the prize," I teased. "Blow jobs to both," Timothy groaned out as you started taking him in hand harder. "Excellent. Then cum when you're ready, boy," you managed to get out. It wasn't my fault you were suddenly more enthusiastic in your ministrations. I was only copying the teacher after all. The urgency in your breathing made me try a little harder. Timothy whimpered and tried to chant baseball stats to distract himself. Not that it helped. I loved the feel of your cock in my hand, so hard and smooth. The ridges and veins caressed my palm just like they did my pussy. I was going to need a blowjob after this. Of course, I wanted it to be your mouth, Sir. So I played dirty. After all, you'd just come with me and hadn't had direct simulation like Timothy had. I pressed my bare breasts against your back. My inner thighs hugged your hips. Teasing kisses brushed your neck and shoulder. My free hand wandered your chest and stomach, pinching and twisting your nipples. But you didn't stop me. Your streams of "Fuck, yeah," prodded me onward. Suddenly, you arched back against me. White come shot out of your hard cock and onto the floor. I kept my grip firm around you and let you ride the wave, cradling your body as you took a moment to recover. Your hand never left Timothy and he came right after you. He whimpered and shook against his restraints. Both of your cum mingled on the hardwood floor together. Damn, but you two were hot when you came. "I'm impressed, boy. You outlasted me. I'll make sure your reward is well worth it," you said as you regarded Timothy through half lidded eyes. "And you, little missy, with the wickedly good hands, a special treat for you, too. But not today. You'll be waiting in anticipation for next Friday when my mouth will be presented for your pleasure." You turned and kissed my cheek. "Shall we let the boy go and snuggle on the couch? Watch a movie?" "I think you're a mind reader, Sir." "More, please, Master," Timothy said with a chuckle. "You can tease me any time you please." The couch beckoned. A happy trio curled up like puppies in a basket. We'd spent a hot morning together. Now was time for sweetness. It was like you were our missing piece. Bliss!